Ethan liked how carefree Elena was.
Not reckless or overly confident, just calm and patient.
A mature beauty worthy of admiration, a milf among milfs.
Her beautiful face always wore an elegant smile, her cheeks slightly flushed from Ethan's firm grip on her breasts.
It was funny.
If it had been any other man, she would have preferred to blow up her mana heart rather than allow that.
But looking at her Lord and admiring his handsome features, Elena simply couldn't get angry.
It was the blessing of beauty.
Ethan wouldn't have handled Elena so tenderly if she were some kind of monstrous whale in the form of a woman, either.
"So… Is the Lord going to tell me what's wrong?" Elena asked, her voice soft and unhurried as she relaxed into Ethan's arms, letting herself be carried like a princess.
A subordinate being carried by her own lord wasn't exactly proper, but Ethan never cared about such minor formalities.
What kind of man would be rude to such a beautiful woman?
